Answers

My throat was sandpaper. The ring’s hum spread up through my thighs, sharp and insistent, but I **** the words out, my voice trembling in the pod’s stale air.

“I’m not answering anything else,” I whispered, clutching the edge of the desk. “Not until you answer me.”

A pause. A low vibration, like the walls themselves considering me.

“Where did the clothes come from?”

The AI’s voice was flat, genderless. Calm.

ALI: They were delivered last night.

The screen flickered. My stomach dropped.

Footage.

Me, asleep in my own bed, blanket kicked away, a t-shirt bunched up around my waist, legs wide open. My cunt bare, ring glinting. My breath soft, lips parted, oblivious.

Men moved in and out of frame. Carrying boxes. Quiet, efficient. One stopped. Looked at me. Stared between my spread thighs. Another leaned over, close enough I could almost feel his breath on me through the screen. They took their time. Watching. Taking in every inch of my exposed body.

I gasped. A rush of heat rolled through me so sudden I clutched at my skirt to keep from crying out. My cunt clenched hard around nothing, juices slicking the ring until it buzzed against me like it was alive.

ALI: Why did you not have sex with him?

My voice cracked. “I—I was scared.”

The hum softened, almost approving.

“That was the first cock I’ve ever touched. I didn’t… I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like. I only know” My eyes stung. I couldn’t stop the words. “I only know how it hurt, that night, when I used my mum’s hairbrush. The way it broke me open. The way I screamed into the pillow because I thought she’d hear.”

Silence filled the pod. Then I heard my own voice

"what is my role, why am I here"

ALI: You are unique.

I swallowed hard.

ALI: At your age, being attractive and a virgin is rare. Being intelligent as well makes you rarer. But with a sexually active roommate, the anomaly is complete. Your responses will help me understand the human condition.

My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my throat like bile.

“I don’t want to—”

Before I could finish, the wave hit.

Pleasure, sharp and molten, rolled through me. My spine arched against the chair, nails clawing at the armrests, legs kicking helplessly. The orgasm ripped through me like fire, tearing a sob from my throat.

ALI: Good.

The screen blinked to black.

The pod hissed open.

The world outside felt unreal. My legs shook as I climbed onto the bus, the hem of my skirt riding higher than decency allowed. The seat was cold against my bare cunt, and the ring hummed the second my thighs touched vinyl.

I bit down on my lip hard, but it wasn’t enough. The pleasure swelled, unstoppable. A gasp tore out of me, strangled into a whimper as my body convulsed.

People sat all around me. A man in a suit scrolled on his phone. A woman chewed gum, staring out the window. No one looked at me. No one saw me.

But I came.

I came so hard my heels knocked against the floor, my cunt flooding, slick dripping onto the seat beneath me. My jaw ached from clenching down on the scream clawing to get free.

By the time the bus hissed to a stop at my corner, I was drenched in sweat, shaking so bad I had to grip the rail to steady myself.

I stumbled home.

The apartment door creaked open.

Akio sat sprawled on the couch, completely naked, her laptop balanced on her knees. Hentai porn flickered on the screen, loud, sticky moans filling the room. Clamps pinched her nipples, cruel little bites of metal tugging them out. Her hand worked furiously between her thighs, slick dripping onto the couch cushion.

Her head jerked up. Eyes wide, lips parted. “Shit I forgot—”

The ring buzzed. My cunt throbbed in answer to hers.

“I forgot about the link,” she gasped, fingers still moving even as her face flushed. “I’m sorry, Jane.”

I clung to the doorframe, panting, my whole body trembling, words stuck in my throat.

The apartment stank of sex. Her sweat. My sweat. The faint, cloying scent of cum I’d tried and failed to scrub away.

I watched as Akio’s body shuddered once more, a final ripple, then her hand stilled. She slumped back into the couch, thighs still parted, clamps gleaming cruelly on her swollen nipples. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, a smear of slick glistening down her inner thighs.

She glanced at me through the haze, her lips curving, exhausted but sharp. “You know what’s fucked up, Jane?” Her voice was hoarse, throaty from panting. “I’ve been everywhere today. More than a dozen places. Geeks, engineers, hardware freaks, tech-bros who live in their moms’ basements.”

She spread her legs wider, deliberately obscene, the gold ring winking under the glow of the lamp. “Do you have any idea how many men I had to spread for? Let them lean in, get a look? Touch the ring. Touch me. Pretending they were just ‘checking the integration points.’”

My stomach flipped. Heat crawled up my neck, shame and fear tangling in my chest.

Akio’s laugh was bitter. “They were all perverts, every single one. They couldn’t keep their hands steady. Couldn’t hide their hard-ons. Didn’t even try. But I learned something.”

Her fingers flicked one of the clamps. She gasped, arching, then **** herself to keep talking. “This thing—” she jabbed a finger down at the gold nestled between her folds, “—it’s not just a ring. It’s the start. When it’s implanted, it releases nanotech. It threads itself through you. Integrates into your nervous system. Re-wires you. So when your hand moves without your permission, Jane? It’s not the ring. It’s you. Your nerves. Your body. Already re-mapped.”

A cold wave hit me. My knees buckled, and I dropped onto the armchair opposite, hugging my arms across my chest as if I could shield myself.

Akio leaned forward, eyes bright, almost fevered. “That’s why I was… doing this.” She gestured down at her bare, glistening cunt, the clamps biting cruelly into her nipples. Her lips parted in a grin that was half-mad, half-satisfied. “Yeah, because I like it. But mostly? Because I thought I could overload it. Burn it out. Push it so hard with pleasure and pain that it glitches.”

I shook my head, voice cracking. “You’re insane—”

“Am I?” she snapped, then her grin returned, twisted and sharp. “Maybe. But it worked, Jane. I felt something. A stutter. Like the signal wasn’t clean anymore. Like I was breaking it.”

My mouth went dry.

Her gaze locked onto mine. Intense. Hungry. “Do it with me. Right now. Both of us, at the same time. If the link is real, if we flood it together, maybe it’ll fry.”

The room spun.

She sat there, naked but for the clamps, cunt glistening, hair stuck to her sweaty face. I couldn’t look away. The air between us hummed with tension, with the faint buzz of the rings deep inside our flesh.

Fear clawed at my throat. But beneath it, a darker pull.

Akio’s smile widened, a dare. “Come on, Jane. Let’s see how much we can take.”